"I dont know why i feel this way... but i have, as long as i can remember. Every time i wake up... i wish i hadn't. Everytime my eyes open... im faced with the impossible reality that i didn't fade away into the night. Everytime i wake up i am more tired... more drained... more exhausted. As much as i sleep... it is as though i have never slept in my entire life. Why am i like this?

Maybe... maybe there is no why. Or maybe there is... but the "Why" is irrelevant anyway. I can close my eyes and let this all fade away, and see things as they could be... as it is for others. The kids at school... they seem happy. They seem to feel the light on their skin, they seem... happy. Why can't I? Maybe i'm only seeing them at the right times... maybe they aren't always like that. Maybe they feel like ME sometimes. Maybe.

Maybe they do. Maybe there is nothing wrong with me. And I open my eyes again to the cold, harsh, real world and am gripped with the inescapable truth... it's not that there is SOMETHING wrong with me... EVERYTHING... is wrong with me. My own private demons rush in to remind me that I am keeping curses that I could never identify, much less find or hope to cure.

Why...? There is no why. I'm tired of searching for it."

And so, a child steps off the ledge of a building, and plummets spiralling to the earth, hopeless, heartbroken, tired, lost.

But as he falls through the night sky, towards the only hope he seems to have for rest, something begins to wrap around him, something begins to enfold him, something begins to absorb him.

A voice whispers directly into his soul...





"Sometimes my child... when you cry out into the night... in the most heartbroken of despair, in the most devastated of hopes, in the most crumbled of dreams...

...the Night cries back."

And so, the birth... or RE-birth, of Rook, a Sad Star Soldier, came to pass.

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